The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 719

Chapter 719: The Garage Awaits

Maybe thankfully, or regretfully, a certain money grubber only felt the odd tremors of the seabed.

At least that was what D-29 reported, its voice calm as ever as it noted the readings with eerie precision.

Though honestly, it was the itching of his ears that came first.

The young cadet frowned and looked back, wondering what was wrong. And with that came the concern of one husband who was trying to find ways to discourage his wife from going on a field trip.

"Do we need to check on something?" asked the hopeful husband.

"Oh, I don’t think it’s something to worry about," Luca said innocently, blinking at the display.

After all, no one had contacted them about anything going wrong.

Surely everything was fine, right?

Then again, how could the poor, stunned people above the sea think of sending reports when they were far too busy picking up their jaws from the floor?

Although, to be fair, one particular Duke was not among those frozen in awe.

No, Duke Leander Kyros was busy frantically trying to locate Butler Gary.

"Delete it! Delete it all!" the Duke shouted through the comms. "That recording must never exist!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Because apparently, he was sure that someone would be dutiful enough to record the entire battle, including the part where His Grace nearly divided the planet into three equal pieces.

His son must never find out. Ever.

Unfortunately, Butler Gary was in no condition to answer the desperate calls. He had other problems to deal with.

"Eeeeyaaahhh!"

The dignified stillness of the battlefield was shattered by the sudden, high-pitched cry.

Their intense trance broke instantly as a certain guardian beast decided to express his full disapproval of what had just happened.

The great tortoise, usually calm and immovable, had withdrawn completely into his shell.

To Butler Gary’s growing horror, the little shell was now trembling in his mecha’s hands like a terrified stone.

"Lord T-Tortie?" the butler called out carefully.

No answer. But of course. Because it would have been worse if the guardian beast had responded.

But in the mind of the great tortoise, it really didn’t matter who fired it, when it was fired, or where it landed—Tortie simply hated that cannon.

And honestly, it shouldn’t have been hard to understand why.

Did they not hear the sound it made?

Who makes such sounds?!

Anyone’s heart would be shaken after realizing they had been defeated by that!

But none of them could have possibly understood what was going on in the heart of the little guardian.

Still, there was something undeniably pitiful about watching the great tortoise curl up in sheer terror while mumbling incoherent protests.

If only Jax had been there to witness the fart—farce. He meant farce. Then the servant could have roughly translated his great mumblings of wisdom to: "Unfair! Ugly beast didn’t even take one in the mouth!"

Then again, perhaps it would be kind to remind the poor tortoise that the ugly beast had taken a much worse hit. It was just that no one had quite recovered enough to realize that yet.

But then it happened.

Much to the immense relief of the frazzled Duke—who was quietly praying that his wife would not exile him to the garage after his little "incident"—something began to stir.

The shining, shimmering dust that had fallen onto the toppling colossal bloom and its lunch, which had spilled over from within, seemed to be doing something.

At first, everyone thought it was just light reflecting off the water.

But then, the mutated beings began to move.

Their twisted limbs spasmed, their bodies convulsing as faint trails of silvery smoke rose from their surfaces.

Someone shouted, "Look at the ground!"

All eyes turned toward the scattered remnants—those severed, corrupted parts that would normally have tried to crawl back and stitch themselves together were now wriggling in place.

The sight was disturbing and mesmerizing all at once.

The broken fragments sizzled like worms struck by salt. Each movement grew weaker, slower, until the corrupted flesh stopped moving entirely, with the goo simply dripping to the ground.

And it wasn’t just there.

Everywhere the glitter touched, the corruption broke apart.

The air itself seemed to shimmer as if a cleansing wind was sweeping through the battlefield.

"!!!"

"Holy shit!" Eden’s voice pierced through the comms, raw with disbelief. She had finally reestablished a connection with her brain and the Marshal, whose mind was still blank from witnessing their abysmal performance earlier.

"Marshal, are you seeing this?!"

The Marshal, staring at the live feed with a look of someone rethinking every life choice that led him here, managed to mumble, "Yes... I see it."

For a brief second, he wondered if early retirement on an unexplored planet might not be such a bad idea. After all, it seemed he had a different but much bigger problem now.

The goo oozed into the sea, but unlike the usual actively contaminated sludge they used to run away from, this one wasn’t chasing anyone.

It just... pooled.

Because surely, surely, he just needed to hit all three to prevent them from unfurling on the sea, right?

At least, that was what he told himself.

No one could tell if the Duke’s logic was sound.

But everyone agreed on one thing.

It was definitely loud.

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Safe to say, it had not been as easy as the Duke imagined.

The moment his greatsword came down, the force of Titan’s Wrath exploded outward like a divine tantrum.

Wind and water surged together, roaring in all directions.

For a terrifying second, no one could tell what was happening—only that the world had turned into flashing lights, flying debris, and a pressure wave that sent even the heaviest mechas tumbling backward.

"Are we dying?" shouted one pilot.

"I can’t tell!" yelled another.

"Oh my god! Mama!"

The comms were filled with static and overlapping screams as the fleet of battered mechas fought to stabilize. It was like being inside a blender powered by regret.

But by the time the storm finally began to calm, the place was unrecognizable.

However, more than anything, the three massive parts of the creature that had been toppling backward were now crashing in the opposite direction instead—straight toward the shoreline.

The impact of the Duke’s attack from behind the beast worked. A little too well, forcing the colossal body to tilt forward. And now, like a falling mountain, the three enormous sections were plunging down toward the mechas stationed on land.

For a heartbeat, no one moved.

Then someone screamed, "It’s falling this way!"

"!!!"

"Wha—what?!"

The Duke nearly choked.

He wanted to cry. Truly.

He also didn’t want it to be like this! But what was he supposed to do when his son was so brilliant that everything he built worked a little too well?!

"Why is everything so effective?!" he shouted helplessly into the void.